me
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic
"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock:
smiles:
hugs and kisses:
soccer:
chocolates:
Nike:
teddy bears:
touch rugby:
babies:
rock-climbing and bouldering:
soft and pantene-smelling hair:
my well-worn Levi's:
Adidas:
white, blue:
short nice hair:
Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:
"Nay"
veggies:
swallowing pills:
high heels:
skirts:
not knowing what to do:
mess:
wishlist
a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room
Friday, August 11, 2006
"Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here; and fill me from the crown to the toe topfull of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood, stop up the access and passage to remorse that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose. Come to my woman's breast and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers wherever in your sightless substance you wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, and apll thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry: 'Hold, hold!'" -Paulie Oster, Lost and Delirious Yanee
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